Haibun: Divine Timing

The snows are melting into rivers and behind the mountains Spring waits to bring her blessings. Gulls are waiting in the sun for the tide to turn. They trust the sea. We trust the moon. She understands where peace is needed and leaves a perfect blue behind the clouds.

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Author: whippetwisdom

The stories, poems and photographs on this blog are the original creative work of Xenia Tran. Inspired by life in the Scottish Highlands and in awe of nature she gives voice to the wisdom of her two rescue whippets Eivor and Pearl.
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Lovely words and pictures. Cherries blossom in Glasgow gardens and daffodils poke their heads up in January…strange climactic goings on…I think there’s a sting in the tail of this Winter yet so enjoy mild whilst ye have it 😉

Thank you for your kind words Toni. We were hiking further north the other day and locals told us it was warmer now than it had been all Summer. Our Winter has never been this short and the snows may still return. Sending you much love 💖 xxx

Divine timing, melting snow and gorgeous photos combine into a superb haibun, Xenia. And spring still waits. She’s keeping us on our toes. We had a long powercut from five yesterday afternoon until the early hours of this morning. They only happen when the weather is cold, never in the summer! Enjoy your whippet walks! xxx

Thank you for your kind words Kim and sorry to hear about your power cut. It sounds as if it is colder where you are – we have around 10-12C here and some early flowers. Hope you will keep the power and that it warms up in Norfolk soon 💖 xxx

sMiLes.. my FriEnd.. Xenia Tran.. i guess
i am more of a fast
cat who thinks
deeply but
missed the
fact that the smiling
nice young woman who
is actually the only one from
the entire dVerse trail that i fully
comment on from that trail who took the time
and effort to at least come by then/now with
a smile of like.. so.. i suppose.. i too.. kNow..
FeeL and SeNSe as ReaL the
Water surELy
flowS
and
DanceS a SonG
of God FreeLY and suRELy
A SiGn that wins an SoS of
an entire globe’s soUL for
a day in the liFE of God
WiThiN NoW..
anYway..
somEhow
i missed the friendly
Greyhounds pointing
back here in the last
few times you
visited
my blog
as it seems
that only a finished
blog was linked.. beFore.. as you
see.. my friEnd.. i’ve visited thousands of
poets over the course of the last three and
a half years and i remember the places i FeeL the
greaTEst liGhts and your home here is one of those
places for a connoisseur oF liGht as now my friEnd.. flowS on…Peace..:)